Today marks a symmetry point in my life, in a way. I was 16 on the day my mother died. I'm 32 on this anniversary of her death.
That means I've lived half my life with her alive and half without. For some reason, the next bit seems like unchartered territory for me. It was always somewhat comforting that she'd at least been with me over half my life.
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Its a bit of a clumsy thing to say, but in a way she will always be with you as long as you remember her. I think she'd be pretty stoked at how you turned out :)
Noted on Sunday that it has been two years since Fi's dad died as well. Also noted that Charlotte is now closer to 16 than I am :)
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